Post by lena on Oct 28, 2011 20:45:19 GMT -8
Name and Contact info: Elena (Lena) - blackbunnylover@gmail.com
Age: 16
Activeness: Now that tennis season is over, I have more time to get on so my activeness has gone up. I can usually get on around 5pm, depending on the amount of homework on weekdays. Unless otherwise stated my weekends are free, so I am on most of the day after 2pm.
About me: I was born in the hot summer of '95, oh wait you don't want my life story? I apologize. I am not the best at describing myself, so you'll find out a lot about me in the chat box, but I can give you the basics. I'm athletic playing Tennis for 3 years for my high school soon to be 4 years next year. I spend some of my time playing the flute and trying to advance in teaching myself the piano, I'm all self-taught as my parents believed if I could not do it myself, I could not do it at all. Harsh I know. My range of music is widespread, I am most enthralled with classical music one of my favorite composers being Vivaldi. I would like to say I am a dancer but, alas I am only an amateur, as I was never able to get ballet lessons. So drifting off, I am a night person, or should I say I prefer darker and colder weather compared to bright and hot, the time of day doesn't necessarily affect me. Fun fact, I have a small obsession with Irish history.
Graphics and Coding: Graphics: no, no, no, I am so bad at them i's literally like giving a four year old a candy bar, then trying to get them to take a bath. Coding, I used to be good at it, my skills are lacking due to the in-activeness, but if they were needed, I would give it my best shot.
Sample:
Emilia fell to her knees the rain soaking her clothes as she stared in horror at the sight before her. Numbness seeped through her body as she slowly went into shock, her parched lips parting, nothing came out but air, the scream and cries silenced to the back of her throat. Her body began to tremble, her right arm slowly moving upward, her hand trying to grasp onto the last of her hope, which lay dying before her eyes.
"Andy." Her quiet whisper came out like a shout in the silent night. A hand grabbed her shoulder making her little body jump in surprise; her pale blue eyes looked up at the man grasping her shoulder. Jace. He had been a few paces behind them before, the fight broke out and Andy was killed. His brown eyes had shadows underneath them, but what made anger rise in Emilia was the pity in them.
"Let go of me Matthews, I don't want your pity."
Jace shook his head, I'm not giving you my pity, I know what it's like to lose the very last hope you have left. I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong, you can still stand up and live in this moment. It doesn't have to end with Andy, live for him, don't become a hollow shell, living in the past."
